Good Friday

I returned home at 12:30 in the morning…a beautiful meditative evening spent at the church…in the quiet of the downstairs adoring the Blessed Sacrament.  Curling into bed after a quiet visit with my daughter, I went into a deep sleep…very peaceful…and woke up with that strange feeling of not knowing what day it was or what my obligations were.
Reality struck when I heard the doorbell and the Shaw Cable guy arrived… my old dog barking wildly! The friendly technician replaced cable and ‘shined up’ my fuzzy stations.  I told him I thought it was odd that he was working on Good Friday.  He said that the company knew that it would be a busy day because they would find people at home.
Big news as I spoke to my daughter long distance in London…letting her know about my confirmed tickets to London for our three week adventure through Italy this summer.  It looks as though we will fly into Sicily in the south and enjoy the landscape through that area before making our way gradually north and ending up in Venice.  I told her I absolutely want to see Venice before global warming leads to its disappearance.  I know. I know…they are engineering preventative measures, but it’s time for the world’s population to understand that they can not CONSUME for generations without an inevitable consequence. ("now, I’m going off on a tangent…refer to title of blog entry", she says to herself.)
At three o’clock in the afternoon, we observe the Passion of Christ.  In our Parish, large spikes are distributed at the entrance to the church at our arrival.  Accompanied by the sounds of solemn music, at one point in the afternoon observance, we file forward and drop the spikes, one at a time, into a wash basin set at the base of a cross.  We venerate the cross and at the pounding of each spike into the wash basin, a sound echoes in the church, symbolizing the striking of the nails into the hands and feet of Jesus.  It is a very eery and heart-touching event. Jesus Christ is in my every thought today. 

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